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Eijirou looks down at the Omega- at the boy really, just old enough to follow through this mating. He’s still got baby fat, which softens his angry red eyes and the severe frown on his face.
In the back of Eijirou’s mind, he thinks it’s a shame. Brides should be happy on their wedding day.
Then again, neither of them had really chosen this. This was an arraignment between two powerful families, each trying to secure more power for themselves.
Leaving the two of them to figure out the whole marriage thing.
Eijirou keeps sneaking glances at the other. He looks good in his traditional garb, looks like the moon itself has graced them with its presence. And the scent? Calling to Eijirou, begging for him to come closer. To sink his teeth into the pale, exposed neck.
He doesn’t though. Holds in his Alpha. Bakugou clearly looks like he’s trying to be anywhere but here and Eijirou isn’t going to do anything the other doesn’t want.
No matter how his Alpha begs.
Instead, he kneels there as their vows are said and they are officially tied together. They stay a respectful distance from each other. Not even their clothes touch.
The only time they make contact is when they have to hold hands. Eijirou has to hold in a shiver. The other’s touch is warm, soft.
It makes his Alpha want.
But still, Bakugou does not look at him, so Eijirou continues to stare straight ahead.
The two are declared married. They do not kiss.
~
Eijirou carries Bakugou- well, technically he should call him Katsuki, but it feels wrong considering the other hasn’t said two words to him. Maybe he should just call him Kirishima now?
He would ask, but Ka…Kirishima continues to stare forward. His lower lip is jutted out, and he has his hands folded neatly over his stomach as Eijirou carries him. The Omega doesn’t seem to want to have anything to do with Eijirou.
He’ll ask him later, when the Omega has settled down. So he carries his Omega across the threshold of his house, setting him down on the other side of the doorway. Taking a step away from the Omega, he clears his throat. “Welcome to…our home. My-well, yours too now- servants have already brought your things. You’ll find them in your room.”
“...my room?” Kirishima finally, finally looks up at him. But his face is a storm, cloudy with an unnamed emotion.
Eijirou fumbles for words, trying to figure out what’s the right thing to say. “I wasn’t sure if you were ready for us to share a den together, so I had a room made. I hope you will be comfortable there. Maybe even make a…nest?”
Kirishima opens his mouth, and Eijirou can tell by the way his jaw works that the Omega is about to say something full of anger. But the Omega swallows his words, and turns away. “Whatever.”
He stomps ahead of Eijirou, not even allowing the Alpha to show him the way. Eijirou is left looking after him, chest aching.
He guesses their wedding night will be spent alone and in silence.
~
While Eijirou has a cook, it is tradition for the Omega to cook their Alpha the first dinner of their new lives together. Eijirou didn’t think Kirishima would go for it, with how upset this whole thing seems to make him, but he’s pleasantly surprised when a servant summons him for dinner.
He walks to the dining room to find a full meal served out for him. Searing meat, so hot he can see the steam coming off it. Fresh vegetables that look like they had just been plucked from the garden. Cool sake laying in ice.
And there, kneeling by the gorgeous laid out table, is Kirishima. His eyes look up to meet Eijirou’s, for just a second, before he looks away.
Eijirou, for the first time in a long time, has no idea what to say. So he clears his throat. “Thank you for the lovely meal.”
Kirishima just huffs.
Eijirou takes a seat. He sits so close to Kirishima, and yet he still feels so far away. He rakes his brain, for anything- anything- they can talk about.
Instead, he just gives thanks for the food and reaches to fill up his plate.
Kirishima, though, beats him to it.
It’s the first time they have actually touched each other. It may have been an accident, just a brush of their hands, but it’s enough to send a shock up his spine. His eyes shoot up, trying to meet Kirishima. But Kirishima does not look at him.
Instead, he mutters “It’s an Omega’s duty to serve their husband.”
Eijirou sits back, eyes still on him, but his voice is a little tight when he speaks.
"It may be tradition, but we don't have to follow that. Not if you don't want to."
Kirishima's eyes lift up, to meet Kirishima. "I want to."
Eijirou sits back and lets the Omega serve him. The entire time, he watches the Omega, eyes following every movement.
Krisihima is graceful. He never had a chance to notice before, since Eijirou couldn't stare during their wedding ceremony and he carried the other here. But now, there's nothing to stop him, from noticing the smooth way Kirishima plates everything, and how determined he seems to be to make everything look good. His clothes don't touch the food once, though his sleeves are long.
In no time at all, Eijirou has a full plate before him, as well as a sauce bowl to dip his food into. As a last thing, Kirishima places a cup of cool sake before Eijirou, before kneeling down at his own spot.
Eijirou swallows, picking up his chopsticks. Carefully, he takes a bit of meat. It isn't hard to notice Kirishima watching him as he dips it in the sauce before bringing it to his lips.
As soon as the juice hits his tongue, Eijirou's eyes flutter close, a moan ripping from his throat. This is the best thing he’s ever tasted. Maybe that’s not saying much- he certainly can’t cook himself, he’s an Alpha after all- but it practically melts on his tongue.
He’s quick to scarf it down, his bowl emptying in seconds. Looking up at the Omega, he bats his eyes at him. “More, please.”
Kirishima huffs, turning to do as he asks. But before he fully turns, Eijirou notices that there is a small proud smile on his face.
~
It’s still awkward, hanging around the Omega. They don’t talk much. Eijirou greets him in the morning, coming to wake him up. They eat breakfast together, the Omega insisting that he cook the food.
Eijirou feels a little bad that Kirishima won’t eat with him. Instead, the Omega neatly sits on his knees across from him, just watching him eat. Eijirou isn’t sure what he should do. His Alpha whines at seeing his mate not eat food, something inside of him demanding that he force the Omega to eat.
But he holds himself back, not wanting to scare his husband.
It’s tough, having to continue to walk on eggshells around the other. Eijirou is not a naturally gentle man. He likes to think he’s kind. He likes to think he’s caring. But he is a giant of a man, and his hands are rough. He’s used to speaking his mind, and he does not hesitate.
Yet, he finds himself hesitating around the other. Is he speaking gently enough? When he moves past the other, is it ok that he touches the small of Kirishima’s back? Is it ok that he practically towers over the other?
He doesn’t know. He never knows.
Eijirou may be an Alpha but he was not the Alpha his father wanted him to be.He didn’t have the naturally commanding presence of an Alpha. Especially when he was younger. His father tried to beat the Alpha into him but Eijirou never took to it.
He was always too gentle, even with his incredible strength. And much too weepy if he ever accidentally hurt someone.
Eventually, his father gave up and had other Alpha children he preferred. And Eijirou was married off at the first chance the old man could get, the one useful thing Eijirou can provide. The Bakugou allegiance.
Eijirou sighs. He looks down at the book in his hand. It’s well worn. The pages are a little bent, despite his best efforts to smooth them out. Especially his favorite pages.
It was a book his mother had given him, on the nights Eijirou would be sent to his room without food. Something to take his mind off everything.
Eijirou had read other books certainly, but this one had quickly become his favorite. Considering it’s a book about a child who leaves his country to discover who he really is and comes back, ready to face the people who hurt him, it’s not hard to see why.
He shifts outside Kirishima’s door. He must make some kind of noise, because Eijirou can hear moving on the other side.
Suddenly, the door is thrown open. Kirishima stands there, a hand on his hip. He glares up at the other. “Stop hovering outside my door. If you have something to say, then say it.”
Too bad for Eijirou, at that second he gets tongue-tied. Kirishima is in a robe. It’s a deep red, that matches the shade of his eyes. One side of it has started to slide off his shoulder, revealing the long expanse of his neck.
Revealing his scent gland.
Eijirou gulps, before turning his head, looking respectfully away. Instead, he shoves the book into Kirishima’s hand. In one long breath, he bursts out “Iwantedtogivethistoyou.”
It’s clear Kirishima didn’t understand a word he said. But he still, he’s gentle as he looks the book over. Eijirou feels even more nervous.
What was he thinking? The first thing he gave his wife is a book? Why is he so bad at this whole courting thing-
“Hmm,” Kirishima says, thumbing through it. He looks up at Eijirou, eyes searching his. He nods his head. “I’ll give it a read.”
Eijioru’s entire being sags, all the tension leaving him. He even manages to smile at him. “I hope you like it. It’s my favorite.”
The two look at each other, for a long time. Suddenly, it hits him that he’s looking at his husband in his sleep ware.
Swallowing, Eijirou quickly looks away. “I-I’m sorry for disturbing your sleep. I will leave you now.”
He goes to turn around, but Kirishima grabs his wrist, stopping him.
Eijirou looks back at him. Kirishima is scowling up at him. “Is there something wrong with me?”
“What? No, of course not. Did someone say something?” A bit of a growl edges into his voice.
Kirishima blinks at him, his mouth opening. To Eijirou’s surprise, there’s a blush on his face. He almost looks…shy. “N-No.” Clearing his throat, Eijirou’s husband tries again. “I just wonder why you do not look at me. Or touch me. Am I not to your liking?”
Eijirou nearly jerks back in surprise. “I-I-”
Mistaking Eijirou’s hesitance, Kirishima’s face goes blank. He lets Eijirou’s hand go, folding it neatly in front of himself. “I see.”
“Wait, no-”
“Don’t make excuses.” The words are a little sharp. The scent of distressed Omega fills Eijirou’s nose, making Eijirou’s Alpha sit up in a panic. “None of this was our choice. I won’t bother you, you don’t have to worry.”
“But that’s not what I meant,” Eijioru says, desperate to prove himself.
The scent turns sharp, annoyance making the Omega’s eyes flash. “What else could you possible mean-”
Eijirou surges forward, his big hands clasping the Omega’s skull to hold him still as he seals their lips together. The Omega stiffens under his hold but Eijirou does not stop. He pours every ounce of his desperation into the kiss, willing the other to understand.
Minute by minute, the Omega relaxes into his hold and Eijirou finds his husband kissing back. The kiss grows hotter, more desperate, and Eijirou finds himself pushing the Omega back into his room.
The Omega holds tight to him as he falls back onto the bed. He drags Eijirou up on top of him, with a strength that has Eijirou moaning. He hovers over his husband, pulling back from the kiss to stare down at the other.
Kirishima’s face is red. There’s a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. His fingers grip onto Eijirou’s clothes, unwilling to let the other get far.
They stare at each other. Eijirou hardly dares to breathe, too afraid of drowning in that sweet scent that his mate is releasing. It calls to him, begging him to indulge, tempting him to give into his base desires.
But he can’t. Not yet.
“Do you want this?” He asks instead.
Kirishima seems to startle at the question. His fingers dig in deeper. “...I think I should be asking you that.” There’s agitation seeping into his scent, but underneath, Eijirou is shocked to smell insecurity.
Eijirou shifts, so he can gently caress Kirishima’s cheek. “Of course I want you.”
“You don’t act like it,” the Omega bites out. “You won’t touch me. You won’t even look at me. The only time you’ve kissed me is on our wedding day. I’m just left here, waiting for you to make a move and you act like I’m the worst thing to have happened to you. I’ve tried everything. I made you breakfast. I brought you drinks. I would dance for you, if you wanted, but you don’t. Why wouldn’t I question if you wanted me?”
The Omega looks to the side. “I know this was just a marriage of convenience. My clan does not think much about yours. They thought they were punishing you by having me marry you. I’m not…a good Omega. I’m not the one that most Alphas want. But I didn’t want…I didn’t want to be discarded. So I thought I could get you to at least tolerate me-”
Eijirou forces Kirishima to look at him. “Mate,” he says, sounding it out. Putting emphasis on it. He likes the way it rolls off his tongue.
Likes the way Kirishima flushes at the title. So he says it again. “Mate, I was waiting for you. I know what the reputation my clan’s Alphas have and I didn’t want you to be afraid of me. I wanted you to be comfortable, before I made any move.”
The Omega opens his mouth, before closing it. Slowly, a smirk spreads on his face. He rolls his body up, and Eijirou gasps as the Omega’s body rubs against his cock. He’s not hard, but the making out had gotten him a little excited.
The rub against him has his cock thickening a little. Feeling his mate squirm against him, those dark eyes half lidded. A plump lip being bitten.
A needy Omega is beneath him.
“Is that the kind of move you were waiting for?” Kirishima asks. “Or maybe, you were hoping for something like this?”
He leans up, pressing a kiss to Eijirou’s jaw. Then he kisses down Eijioru’s neck, till he reaches Eijirou’s scent gland. He licks over it.
Eijirou shudders. His Alpha perks up, slips to the forefront for the first time since their wedding day. Suddenly, he is not looking at an Omega that had been unfairly tied to him thanks to his family’s greed.
But an Omega that wants him.
“Kirishima-” Ejiriou tries to warn but he’s stopped by a nip on his scent gland that has his arms nearly buckling.
“Call me by my first name,” the Omega demands. He leans back into the bed, to stare up at Eijirou in the eye. “My name is Katsuki. I want you to be moaning that.”
“Katsuki,” Eijirou says. He says it slowly, savoring the sound as it falls from his mouth. He watches as Katsuki’s breathing picks up and it encourages him to keep going. “My Omega, Katsuki.”
“Alpha,” Katsuki chirps.
“Eijirou.”
“Alpha Eijirou.” The words are so sensual, especially when said by Katsuki. Katsuki gives him a smirk again. Then he tilts his head to the side. Showing off his neck.
His mating bite.
“Well? I practically gave you an invitation. Are you going to take it or not?”
Eijirou dives in. He slathers his tongue along the others neck, huffing in his scent. It’s like an orange bursting in his mouth, makes him thirsty. Makes him crave the other.
It’s so easy to slip the robe off the other, to bare the Omega’s shoulders. He runs his fingers over that perfect skin, then down to the Omega’s supple chest. He cups one of those pecs, enjoying the way it jiggles at his touch.
Katsuki’s breathing has picked up again. To Eijirou’s delight, a light blush has spread along his neck and shoulders.
A hand reaches up, sliding under Eijirou’s robe, fingers sliding along his abs. His stomach twitches at the touch.
It’s been so long since someone touched him.
They take their time, letting their hands explore the other. Feeling each other out. Katsuki gasps when Eijirou twists his nipples. Eijirou moans when Katsuki slips down to grab his ass, forcing him closer.
Forcing Eijirou to grind down against Katsuki.
Eijirou whimpers, looking down their bodies. To see the way his robe tents out, rubbing against Katsuki’s own tent.
It does not escape his notice that his tent is much larger than Katsuki’s.
Still looking, he flexes his hips again, grinding down. Watching as his clothed cock rubs against the others.
Katsuki gasps and then he’s encouraging Eijirou to do that again. So Eijirou does. Rubs them together.
Eijirou nearly drools when he sees that there is a little wet spot forming. It has him moving his hips faster, harder.
Eijirou groans. He would close his eyes, but he doesn’t want to miss the faces Katsuki is making. He doesn’t want to miss the way Katsuki throws back his head. Or how he rolls his cock against Eijirou’s.
How the scent of his slick explodes, tempting Eijirou’s Alpha forward. His fangs lengthen. His claws dig into the soft body beneath him, ripping Katsuki’s robe apart.
“Alpha,” Katsuki chirps again. His legs fall apart, spreading so Eijirou can slip in between them.
“Omega,” Eijirou growls. If he weren’t out of his mind with lust, he would be surprised by his tone of voice. His Alpha has never been like this before. He never felt so aggressive, wanting to take what is being freely given.
He wants to devour.
Leaning down, he licks over one of Katsuki’s nipples, wiggling his tongue around the little nub. Katsuki whimpers, his fingers digging into Eijirou’s hair. When it’s nice and red and wet, he pulls on Eijirou’s hair, dragging him to the other.
Meanwhile, Eijirou’s hand drifts down, over the soft plump flesh of Katsuki’s thigh, to wrap around a small hard cock. Katsuki bucks up, making Eijirou use his larger body to hold the other down. He nips at the nipple, warning Katsuki just a little, before he starts moving his hand. Stroking Katsuki nice and slow.
The Omega squirms beneath him, his hands tugging at Eijirou. Eijirou takes his time though. He wants Katsuki to know that he wants him. He desires him. He wants nothing more than to drive him absolutely wild with pleasure.
The tugging on his hair gets harder as Eijirou slowly drives him closer to the edge. He keeps his strokes nice and slow, enjoys the way that pretty little dick twitches in his palm. Precum coats his palm, making the glide so much easier.
When Katsuki’s face is red, when he’s arching under Eijirou and Eijirou can hear the slick drenching the sheet beneath them, when he sees the way Katsuki’s eyes roll back, that’s when he moves his hand faster.
Finally drives Katsuki over the edge. Makes his mate cum. Katsuki has typical Omega balls, to go along with his little Omega dick. So there isn’t that much cum. Just enough to cover his stomach.
Still enough to have Eijirou’s Alpha going feral.
Katsuki is still panting when Eijirou throws his legs wide open, rolling Katsuki up so that he can see that leaking hole. It winks at him, completely drenched in slick.
Leaning down, Eijirou gets his first taste of Omega slick. It bursts on his tongues, makes him moan as he licks a long stripe up Katsuki’s thigh, right to that deep well. He licks over Katsuki’s rim, enjoying the way it twitches on his tongue.
He dips his tongue inside, enjoying the way Katsuki squeezes around it, before he closes his eyes and just. Feasts.
The world goes hazy around him. He can’t hear, he can’t smell, he can’t do anything but eat out his Omega. His mate. Katsuki’s legs are thrown over his shoulders, he’s bent the other in half as he devours that little hole.
The thing that brings him back to the surface is the sound of sobbing. When he pulls back- his chin drenched in slick- he blinks down at his mate to find him crying. Katsuki hiccups, his cheek stained by his tears.
Eijirou lets go of his legs, to hover over the other. Gently, he cups his cheek. “Are you ok? Did I go too far?”
It takes Katsuki a couple of seconds of deep breathing before he can answer. “N-No. You just made me cum too many times. I-I’m overstimulated.”
Eijirou looks down the long line of his mate’s body to find, that indeed, he’s practically covered in cum. He hadn’t even smelt it, so consumed with the need to taste Katsuki that it took over every one of his senses.
He presses a kiss to Katsuki’s forehead. “Let me go get you some water.”
Katsuki gripes his hand. “Don’t go,” he whimpers.
Eijirou gives him another kiss. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll be right back. You need water.”
Katsuki lets him go and Eijirou practically runs to the kitchen to grab a cup, then runs back. In fact, he surprises Katsuki with how fast he runs in.
It gets a laugh out of Katsuki. Eijirou smiles, just a little, just a bit bashful. Carefully, he tips Katsuki’s head back, helping him drink.
Once the water is gone, he sets the cup to the side. “I hope you’re feeling ok? I didn’t mean to go that hard. Do you need anything else?”
A hand on his arm stops him, making him turn. His eyes widen as lips press against his. Katsuki cups his face, pressing their lips together more.
When he finally pulls away, Katsuki smirks at him. “What I need for you to do, is to knot me.”
Eijirou coughs. Chokes, really. He hadn’t expected that. “You-you’re so forward.”
Katsuki crawls up to him, getting more into his space. Eijirou shudders as those lips press against his glands. “I’ve been dreaming of you knotting me for literal days now. I wake up every day with slick in my sheets, dreaming about this fat cock you have.”
Eijirou whines, just a little as those lips drag lower. Katsuki pushes Eijirou down, so he can kiss along his chest, all the way down to his hip bones. He presses a kiss there, his fingers pressing against the scent glands along Eijirou’s thighs. It forces him to spread his thighs.
His cock had been hard, when he had been eating out Katsuki, but it had flagged a little when he was taking care of Katsuki. Now, his cock is back to throbbing, resting on his thigh. It throbs, begging for someone to touch it.
Katsuki does just that. He wraps his hand around as much of Eijirou’s cock as he can. It makes Eijirou blush just a little, to see that Katsuki’s hand is too small.
“Damn,” Katsuki whispers. He reaches his other hand, so he can wrap both hands around him. “You have too much cock, you know that?”
Eijirou gasps. The sound is pulled straight from his chest as Katsuki moves his hands up and down his cock. They’re not slow about it, and it feels like Katsuki is trying to ruthlessly shove him off that edge. It’s too soon, too quick but Eijirou can’t tell Katsuki to stop.
Not when it feels so good.
Those hands slide down, to fondle his balls, rolling them around, just a little. Katsuki squeezes them, just a tiny bit, and Eijirou thrusts his hips up, seeking that warmth.
“These are so full,” Katsuki says. Eijirou doesn’t know if it’s said in a teasing way or if he is actually amazed. Another roll of those delicate fingers. Another thrust up. “You might fill me to bursting.”
“Please,” Eijirou whimpers. “Please, I want to knot you.”
“Yeah? You want to knot me? You want to fill me?” Katsuki leans forward, his sharp little Omega fangs nipping at Eijirou’s gland. “You want to pup me?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Eijirou is drooling on himself, he knows he is, but he can’t help it. His Alpha is at the forefront, desperate for a chance to do what Katsuki is offering him.
He wants to shove his dick in Katsuki’s little hole and knot it and fill him and pup him, he wants to pup him, put a liter in him, fuck him full.
“Sh, sh, sh,” Katsuki whispers. “There’s no need to get growly with me.”
That warm hand leaves him and Eijirou snarls at the loss. He leaps forward, pinning Katsuki to the bed, his hips thrusting forward. Rubbing against Katsuki’s thigh.
Katsuki reaches up, cupping his face. He smirks. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I need to present for you, don’t I?”
It takes a lot of willpower, but Eijirou finally backs up. Only because he’s really, really interested in seeing Katsuki present for him.
He sits back on his knees, but Katsuki uses his foot, lightly pressing on Eijirou’s chest, to push him back a few more feet. The Omega is smirking the entire time. Slowly, taking his time, he gets to his knees. Eijirou gets a few delicious looks at that little hole of his. Eijirou licks his lips at the sight of his little Omega cock, plump and a light pink.
He kind of wants to put his mouth on it, lick it till it’s throbbing on his tongue. But his Omega wants a knot, and Eijriou will give him a knot.
Gently, he puts a hand on the back of Katsuki’s neck, pushing him down into a bigger bend. “If you’re going to present, then do it right,” Eijirou whispers into his ear. If his Omega can tease him, he can tease him right back, right?
Katsuki huffs. Then, he’s spreading his legs, pushing his plush ass back against Eijirou’s groin. “Of course…Alpha.”
Eijirou scraps his teeth against the back of Katsuki’s neck. A reward and a warning in one. Grabbing his cock, he slots it between Katsuki’s asscheeks. He ruts there, just for a moment, before the tip of his cock catches on Katsuki’s rim.
They both moan as the tip pops inside. Eijirou’s hand clenches on Katsuki’s waist. The Omega trembles beneath him, clenching around the tip. Eijirou closes his eyes, breathing through his nose.
He should have held onto Katsuki tighter though, because the naughty Omega pushes his hips back, shoving himself more on Eijirou’s cock.
Eijirou gasps, leaning over him more. Katsuki’s hot insides are gripping him so tight, squeezing around him like he’s trying to milk Eijirou right there.
Beneath him, Katsuki is gasping too. “Why…is your dick…so big?”
“If you…weren’t so impatient…I would give you a second to adjust.”
The Omega glares over his shoulder. “Are you saying I can’t handle it?”
“What? That’s not what I mean at-”
Before Eijirou can say anything more, the Omega slams his hips back, engulfing Eijrou’s cock in one smooth thrust.
Eijirou’s eyes roll up. Having his cock completely swallowed up, to have those insides milking him. To hear Katsuki groaning and moaning on his cock, it makes his knot plump up. His forehead drops, right in between Katsuki’s shoulderblades. “Mate” he pleads. “I need a minute.”
“You’re not the one who has a cock in your guts,” Katsuki grunts out.
“I told you to take it slow.” He kisses Katsuki’s skin, before leaning back. “I’m going to pull out.”
Katsuki whines as he does just that, pulling out nearly to the tip. He looks down, and it’s nearly the end of him. Seeing his cock, seeing how Katsuki’s rim clings to him, how much he’s stretching the other, it has him nearly blowing his load.
He closes his eyes and tries to think of anything else. His fingers tap against Katsuki’s waist as he takes deep breaths.
Once again, Katsuki is his undoing, as the Omega slams his hips back again. “Shit,” Eijirou curses. He holds onto Katsuki tighter but the Omega squirms underneath him.
“Come on, Alpha,” Katsuki says. He definitely tries to sound demanding but he sounds more whiny. “You said you would knot me.”
Eijirou grits his teeth. He can feel his nails growing, just a little, can feel his teeth sharpening. “If that is what my mate wants, then I will give it to him.”
This time, it’s Katsuki’s turn to curse as Eijirou pulls the other back onto his cock. He doesn’t stop there, continues to pull and push Katsuki off and on his cock. He’s making Katsuki’s hips red as he fucks into him.
And oh, oh, that is exactly what he’s doing, right? He’s fucking. Neither of them are virgins, as they had to be trained to please their future mates. But he had been too stuck in his head to really enjoy it, too worried and insecure that he is going to fail, that they will berate him like his elders do.
But this, there is no worry here. All there is, is pleasure.
He leans over again, kissing the back of Katsuki’s head as he rails into the other. Katsuki is making these punched out little noises that are driving him crazy.
Katsuki’s fingers dig into the bed below him, nearly tearing through the sheets. Like this, Eijirou can get deep into him. But he can’t see his face.
He wants to see how he’s making Katsuki feel.
He grabs Katsuki’s face, turning it, just a little. Just so that he can see the glassy look in Katsuki’s eyes. See the fucked out look in his eyes. See the way his tongue sticks out his tongue.
He leans down to kiss that mating bite on Katsuki's neck. He kisses up from that spot to those luscious looking lips. He kisses the other, long and hard, hanging over the other’s back as he pounds deep into him.
Katsuki whines into the kiss, pressing closer so he can kiss more. Eijirou sighs into it. He holds the other close as his knot fills out, until he can’t pull back anymore.
Eijirou fully covers the other as he cums. He leans, underneath Katsuki to stroke his cock nice and slow as he breeds the other. “I love you, mate. I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
And when Katsuki comes, the Omega whispers back “I love you too.”
~
Later, after Eijirou cleans the other up, he brings them both out to the kitchen table, setting him down. They have leftover food that he quickly heats up. The two of them end up feeding each other. Eijirou can’t stop grinning.
Katsuki is laughing.
“My mate,” Eijirou says.
“Are you going to keep saying that?” Katsuki eats another spoonful of rice that Eijirou holds out for him.
“Of course. You’re my mate. My mate. I can’t get over that.”
“Yeah, well.” Katsuki feeds him some food too. “You’re my mate too. Soooo…”
“So?”
“How do you feel about moving our rooms together? And sharing a bed, as Alpha and Omega.”
Eijirou surprised Katsuki by grabbing him around the waist, twirling him. “Of course! Yes, please!”
Katsuki bonks him on his head a couple of times. But he’s laughing. Smiling.
His Omega. His.